“You were telling both Ashlyn and I the same thing: marriage, commitment, forever. I don’t do that.”
Rage passes over his face. “What the fuck are you saying? You let me come inside you a few hours ago, and I never fucked Ashlyn. Can you say the same thing about Gavin?”
“I can,” I say drily. “Stop trying to derail the conversation.”
“Tell me how the situation between Ashlyn and I and the one between you and Gavin is different then?”
“It’s different because I’m transparent. I told you I wanted to fuck you but I didn’t want to be with you. I told him that I wanted to take things slow but that I would consider it.”
Vin gets to his feet, more enraged than I’ve ever seen him. “You’re considering being with him when you’re carrying my baby?”
I shove against his bare chest, an exercise in futility. “Are you going to hurt me, Vin? Humiliate me? Degrade me like you love to do?”
He sneers, moving closer to me, his mouth inches from mine. “Don’t act like you didn’t love every single thing that happened between us.”
It’s true, but there’s no freaking way I’m going to give him the satisfaction of saying it. I steel myself and try to find the right words to end this conversation. “I’ll keep seeing Dr. Rossi for prenatal care. He can report back to you so I don’t have to. Otherwise, I don’t want to talk to you or see you.”
The anger cracks and practically falls off his face. He looks heartbroken. “Sophie, no.” He drops to his knees, still naked, nolonger hard, and wraps his arms around my waist, kissing my stomach. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
I swallow hard, telling myself that the urge to cry is nothing but baby hormones. This man is toxic, not good for me and not good for the baby.
“Vin. I need you to let me go.”
46
VIN
Everything is quiet when I get back to the Demonio estate, leaving Dr. Rossi at the Edge where he can be closer to Sophie. It’s almost 2 in the morning at this point, and I’m exhausted, but the second I walk through my front door, I know I’m not going to bed anytime soon.
“Fuck my life,” I mumble under my breath as I toss my coat on a chair in the foyer and find Matti and Siena sitting in my fucking living room. “It’s 2 o’clock in the fucking morning. Whatever this is can wait.”
Matti stands, and Siena glares at me. “The Irish have been making moves.”
I grunt, pulling out my phone and texting Rossi.
Do not forget what
I said: I need an
update on Sophie
and baby every
fucking day. Every.
Fucking. Day.
As I said, that’s entirely
unnecessary for a
healthy woman in
early pregnancy, but
if she will allow me,
I will begin tomorrow
